My 7th grade escapade used to watch and observe

Same fella's who could rap, feathers flocked to their words

Lunch room tables knockin' beat boxing preferred

Situation, inspiration now I'm plottin' my splurge

In the classroom opposite nerd, I'm in the back

Teacher think I'm takin' notes, but I'm jottin' a verse

Next day I'm in the lunch room bobbin' at first

I caught my man off, he ran off shocked what he heard

Seen a couple of jaws drop to the shirt

Overnight I went from "yeah, she aiight" to the popular skirts

Parents couldn't understand the plan, how could it work?

And now my grades spell "EDDE" so the problem is worse

You don't wanna be a grown man not gettin' work

Or better yet a famous rapper on the top gettin' jerked

Plus the talent that you got is from the God of the earth

Provocative words, my lesson learned, knowledge is first